Collected Works (Vol. II)

DHAMMAPADA 45 The truth that ‘‘ here we all must die” those others do not comprehend ; But some perceiving it, for them all discords find.an utter end. Sodden ! with passion, unrestrained his senses (such an one we see), Immoderate in the food of sense, idle and void of energy : Him surely Mara ? overcomes, as wind throws down the feeble tree. Careless of passion, well restrained his senses, such an one we find Moderate in pleasure, faithful, great in mighty energy of mind: Him Mara shakes not ; are the hills thrown down by fury of the wind? He, void of temperance and truth, from guilt, impurity, and sin Not free, the poor and golden robe he hath no worth to clothe therein.? Regarding temperance and truth, from guilt, impurity, and sin Freed, he the poor and golden robe indeed hath worth to clothe therein. They who see falsehood in the Truth, imagine Truth to lurk in lies, Never arrive to know the Truth, but follow eager vanities. To whom in Truth the Truth is known, Falsehood in Falsehood doth appear, To them the Path of Truth is shown; right aspirations are their sphere ! 1 Sodden — the habitual— who ézves unre- strained, etc. 2 The Indian power of evil. 3 Alternative reading !— Who is not free from dirty taint, and tem- perate and truthful ain’t, He should not wear the garment quaint that marks the Arahat or Saint.—A. C. An ill-thatched house is open to the mercy of the rain and wind. So passion hath the power to break into an unreflecting mind. A well-thatched house is proof against the fury of the rain and wind. So passion hath no power to break into a rightly-ordered mind, Here and hereafter doth he mourn, him suffering doth doubly irk, Who doeth evil, seeing now at last how evil was his work. The virtuous man rejoices here, hereafter doth he take delight, Both ways rejoices, both delights, as seeing that his work was right. Here and hereafter suffers he: the pains of shame his bosom fill Who thinks ‘‘I did the wrong,” laments his going on the Path of III. Here and hereafter hath he joy: in both the joy of rectitude Who thinks ‘‘I did the right” and goes rejoicing on the Path of Good. A-many verses though he can recite of Law, the idle man who doth it not Is like an herd who numbereth cows of others, Priesthood him allows nor part nor lot. Who little of the Law can cite, yet knows and walks therein aright, and shuns the snare Of passion, folly, hate entwined: Right Effort liberates his mind, he doth not care For this course done or that to run: surely in Priesthood such an one hath earned a share.